Sunny Haralson is currently serving ten years in the State Pen for accidentally stabbing a truck driver in the face with a ball point pen. She is making all of these stories up.
Also she wrote a book go buy it right now- http://www.amazon.com/Beauty-Tips-Bereaved-Sunny-Haralson-ebook/dp/B00DSTV0LS

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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

I wonder who does the laundry at Castle Greyskull?

Dear World- This blog post is now part of my new book so I took it down because
I don't want to be a jerk and ruin it for you-you're welcome
a preview of this awesomeness that includes a bunch of illustrations I drew
all by myself
is available to download for 99 cents on Amazon by clicking here-

This book is not a memoir.
It's a Survival Guide.
If you woke up this morning wondering if you can make it through the day
this book will be the little paper cup of water popping up unexpectedly by
the side of the road.
If you are thinking to yourself-"My life is so much more fucked than
anyone else I know."
this book will show you how to dig through the wreckage and find something
priceless.
If you are doing just fine, thank you, but need something to read on that
long flight next week-
I will make you laugh
(even if you don't want to)
and make you cry
(sometimes that feels good too)
but I promise to give you something beautiful.
(Not to give anything away but it has a happy ending. It's currently
unfolding right now.)
Because here is the thing no one tells you-
when you lose everything,
when you think you have nothing left to offer that anyone will value-
you can give the world your truth.
Dear World,
Here is my love letter to you.
Here is my story.

63 comments:

So many of these thoughts just resonate with me. I am on the brink of losing everything and wish I had the energy to take the preemptive action of just selling/giving it all away and living without anything anyone could take from me. But that requires a level of energy that isn't currently associated with my life. Thank you for this.

ditto. you hang in there. if it goes one way, it will be liberating after the waters recede...and the dust and smoke and fire and mayhem. lol. and if it goes the other, we will find peace and balance that way. just hold onto the knowledge that you are smart, you are strong, you can do anything.

Thank you for writing this. It helps people to know that others have gone through similar situations. It helps to know you aren't alone in your strange thoughts, even when it seems like you can't get out of your own head. That's one of the reasons I love Jenny, bloggess. She posted a link to this and now I love you too. We're all together in our strangeness. :)

Thank you for writing this. It helps people to know that others have gone through similar situations. It helps to know you aren't alone in your strange thoughts, even when it seems like you can't get out of your own head. That's one of the reasons I love Jenny, bloggess. She posted a link to this and now I love you too. We're all together in our strangeness. :)

Thank you for writing this. It helps to know other people have shared similar experiences, that we have all at one point seen that look in the mirror. It helps to know that, even when we feel like we're trapped in our own head, that someone out there shares the same kinds of "strange" thoughts. One of the reasons I love jenny, bloggess. She posted a link to this and now we're all together in our "strangeness".

♥ This is beautiful. I only know two other writers who can make me laugh and cry on the same page (Jenny is one). Any chance you could bedazzle your cupboards in Greyskull chic? Because if I were your daughter I would totally adore the hell out of that.

You speak my language and this was EXACTLY what I needed to hear RIGHT NOW. Thank you so much for the cyber-equivalent to a hug while gently patting my back whispering "There there, now. Everything is going to be alright."

Thank you for writing this. On the brink of losing everything and moving, yet again. I will carry your words with me: "But having everything is the same as having nothing. Maybe that's what it's about, figuring out what you want badly enough to forgo everything else to attain it-even your very own panther."

Like everyone else has said, so much about this resonates with me. I'm a Survivor (capital "S" for fucking SURE), and so are you. You are beautiful, and strong, and we are all proud of you. Thank you for your words.

I cried a little. Silently, so the kids wouldn't ask why my phone was making me cry (again). (I only have internet on my phone.) I hope you find that one thing you want enough to forgo everything else.

I'm so glad you skipped doing tiny loads of dishes and laundry and wrote this instead. This is what Ruby will remember when she's a gray haired lady telling someone kind about her mother. "she was an amazing writer," she'll say, and she loved me most of all."

Having lost that which was most important to me and then living with only what could be packed in 2 suitcases (no more than 60 lbs each), I want to promise you that you will rise like a phoenix from these ashes.

Having lost that which was most important to me and then living with only what could be packed in 2 suitcases (no more than 60 lbs each), I want to promise you that you will rise like a phoenix from these ashes.

Responding to comments embarasses me but I have to because what you guys are writing to me is making me laugh and cry and get goosebumps and reading of of that was pretty much the best thing ever, so thank you. And also- I love Jenny :)

I lost everything too. My husband has been unemployed for three years. We had to forfeit the adoption of our daughter after waiting six years to be matched. We lost our apartment. Our dog had to be put to sleep(I miss her so). We gave away everything we owned and had to separate. I moved in with a friend with only the belongings that fit in my ford escape. He is living in a friend's garage on their futon and I miss him every day. We were married for almost twenty years. Thank you for writing this. It made me feel less alone as I sit here in the dark at almost two o'clock in the morning on a Saturday night. Thank you.

After 30 years of marriage, my husband left. Not long after my Dad had dies. Yeah, he moved in with my Dad's widow, who had been my best friend. And now he is refusing to pay the mortgage so I will be homeless soon. You're right, it is freeing but it is also so damned hard. Thanks for giving me some hope.

my kids have felt that way for me...the way you felt about saving your dad. not the same condition at all, but they want to, and think they should but don't know how, to do something to help me. but..and i know it's not much but here's the thing. you just made your dad immortal, you know? every single person who read this will never forget it, or him, or YOU. and so much love and energy is flowing your way right now i hope you can feel it and let it in the bedazzled front door because it's outside admiring your skills right now. :P i paint signs..when i can...to make a little money. i call it little wisdoms..little sayings that resonate with people. 'look at what an adventure your having! now go do something else' is my New Favorite Words to Live By. i wonder if you know that's it's ok to be resigned to it. the mess..not caring about the post office or the garden you always mean to plant and tend to like someone from a movie. you know, deep down, i think, it's ok to let it all go and start over with one pair of flip flops and hello kitty dishes. if you ever need a shoulder, or an ear, please don't hesitate to write me. yes, i mean it. you hang in there - you are a goddess of fun and painting worlds with words and creating new super hero's called skeletor and beauty. the universe wanted you to start anew. what an adventure your having! enjoy it to it's fullest, squeeze the hell out of the lemons...and start something else. xx

skeletron that is. but you knew what i meant. and by the way i never realized, really, how much they want to help me and how it hurts them, until reading this. so you helped 6 people today, a family that will function better and with more love and compassion, because of what you shared.

I also watched my father die, and all he loved thrown away as so much garbage. The things we collect as we walk through life are just things,Oh this little beaded figure I got at a yard sale for a dollar, I love it, the complexity of it's making, but to the ones that will come behind me when I am cold and gone...what is this junk she kept all these years and there it is tossed in the garbage. Sometimes life is about things...the things we love, the things we collect, the things we hate...sometimes in order to live we have to let go of things. You are a fighter and you are stronger than anyone will ever know, you had the strength to write out the sorrow in your heart and in doing so let us realize we are not alone in our sorrow and feelings of being alone and lost...

New reader here from Jenny. I think you are amazing!!! Your words are rich and vibrant and full of meaning and emotion. You are valued by people you've never met and perhaps, for today only maybe, that will be enough to keep you moving forward. xoxoxo

This is so surreal- I was just taking a break from going through a box of my father's things. He died two weeks ago from complications of alcoholism. It was a long battle for me, and an even longer one for him. I couldn't save my dad either, girl, and my heart breaks for both of us. Thank you for writing this.

You guys make me feel like I just got invited to sit at the cool table in the cafeteria- but instead of peer pressuring me to let you pierce my ears with a needle and an ice cube -you're passing me notes-the cool kind that are folded all crazy with stickers. And I'm going to write that last comment on the inside of my bra with a Sharpie.

I found this while perusing The Bloggess' site. While I sit on the other side, marveling with gratitude at the abundance in my life at this moment, you have struck me at the heart level. Thank you so much for sharing with such courageous honesty.

I found this while perusing The Bloggess' site. While I sit on the other side, marveling with gratitude at the abundance in my life at this moment, you have struck me at the heart level. Thank you so much for sharing with such courageous honesty.

About Me

Sunny Haralson was born in a house of ill repute. After acing the first grade, she ran away to join the circus. At night, while the elephants slept, she learned how to spin and sew from the spiders. She made whimsical creations for the trapeze artists, who needed their outfits to be both beautiful and comfortable. Magpies brought her shiny objects to embellish the costumes with, if they sometimes accidentally brought an eyeball they'd plucked from some unfortunate, she forgave them and quietly popped it into her mouth. The circus, for all it glorious adventure, was often low on dietary protein.
When she tired of circus life she retired and set out alone to the desert in a stolen hot air balloon.
It's there, in a tiny FEMA trailer, that she writes her tell-all memoir. She steals ideas from the coyotes and writes them down with needles made from the giant cactus that guards her doorway. The UPS man never sees her face.